In the assigned homework, this particular question had a relatively high error rate, prompting the chemistry teacher to explain it in class.
If it were any other student who solved this question correctly, the teacher wouldn't be too surprised. But at this moment, to effortlessly solve the problem was none other than Jason Hart?
This notorious slacker, the ultimate school underachiever!
Not just the chemistry teacher, but even Emma, Isabella, and his buddy, Bucktooth, were left utterly bewildered by this miraculous scene.
It was hard for them to fathom that these problem-solving skills could come from Jason Hart of all people. It felt like they were dreaming.
Both the answer and the approach were correct.
Though the chemistry teacher felt a bit puzzled, she eventually let Jason Hart off the hook. She even remarked, "Well done, keep it up..."
Bucktooth couldn't believe it and whispered, "Jason, buddy, did you secretly study?"
"I told you this morning, I had an epiphany in my dream," Jason Hart replied quietly.
He couldn't explain the reason and had to intentionally continue with nonsense, making up a reason that no one would believe.
During class, Bucktooth didn't press further and simply sighed, marveling at how strange life could be.
Equally intrigued by the matter was Emma, who glanced at Jason Hart from time to time during class, feeling oddly reassured by his serious note-taking.
She thought maybe it was because of trouble in his family's business that Jason Hart had started taking things seriously.
It was all basic chemistry knowledge, nothing beyond what they had learned in high school.
The class went by, and Jason Hart reaped the rewards. He was equally focused during physics and biology classes.
A good student paying attention in class seemed normal, but when Jason Hart, the notorious slacker, started taking things seriously, it made everyone else feel something was off.
Seeing him so focused was so unusual that the physics teacher even suspected he was being played and discreetly checked his own face in the mirror, wondering if there was something on it.
...
The afternoon passed like this.
Jason Hart had no idea what had happened during class today.
A few letters had been taken away by the mailman and swiftly sent to newspapers and TV stations, catching the attention of some observant individuals.
At four-thirty in the afternoon, school was over as usual.
The next two days were the weekend, and there were cleaners in the school, so they didn't have to clean themselves.
Jason Hart had plans to sleep in tomorrow morning and then drive around the city, which was only about thirty square kilometers in total area. Even if he circled the city, it wouldn't take long.
Perhaps he could also take a trip to the harbor city and inspect some troubled real estate projects.
His family had invested over four billion dollars in these "kingdoms," so it was only natural to go and see them in person.
Emma had dance club practice after class.
After explaining, she told him she would take a taxi home later and not to wait for her.
Girls dancing was something Jason Hart was actually interested in, but he couldn't just tag along shamelessly. So, he decided to stay with Bucktooth, Skinny, and Fox-eye, discussing various campus gossip.
Around four-forty.
Jason Hart received a call from his mom, labeled as "Mom" in his contacts.
Thinking it might be about spending time together during the holidays, he quickly answered.
A lazy, languid voice of a woman came from the other end. "Sweetie, what are you doing? I heard you caused trouble again. I'm waiting for you at the school's helipad. We'll meet in the principal's office later."
"The helipad?"
"Yes, stop babbling. Whatever you're doing, stop and come now!"
With that, the call ended, leaving Jason Hart confused and clueless.
Skinny overheard the word "helipad" and envied, "Is your mom here? Running a pharmaceutical business sure makes money. If I had a helicopter, I'd park it in the most conspicuous place and take girls on rides every day."
"My mom's helicopter... let's talk later. I'll be right back."
Knowing he had caused trouble again, Jason Hart was puzzled, unable to guess what kind of trouble he was in for this time.
Having seen the map and knowing where the administrative building was, Jason Hart headed straight for the principal's office. On the way, he bumped into Mia, who was riding a horse, and waved to greet her.
Inside the principal's office.
A well-maintained lady sat elegantly on the sofa, sipping tea.
She took out a file folder and laid out the photocopies of the letters and photos for the principal to see.
The principal of the Phoenix Rose High School, named William, was in his fifties and not very tall.
Jason Hart's mom, Arabella, a well-known figure in the gambling city, was still composed and elegant, despite being visibly worried about her son. She often appeared in newspapers, especially well-known in high society circles.
"Mrs. Arabella, what are these..." William, the principal, glanced through the photos and the letters, already having a guess but finding it hard to believe, so he continued to ask.
Jason Hart's mom, with a stern face, said, "I have friends in the press. The moment they received this anonymous letter, they faxed me the photos and the letter. What's going on with this teacher in your school? How old is she, to flirt with my son? What if this news gets out? What will happen to my son in the future?"
William, feeling the pressure, replied, "Well, Linda, the teacher, is young and has a unique teaching method, much loved by the students. I see nothing wrong in these photos; clearly, they were taken in a mall. There might be some misunderstanding?"
"Look at this letter. It says my son bought luxury bags and clothes for this teacher, went shopping together," Arabella said firmly. "This teacher crossed the line by flirting with my son, and I won't stand for it."
William hurriedly suggested, "Let me call Linda over, and she can explain it in person?"
"Fine, I'd like to see what kind of teacher can charm my son," Arabella added. "I've already called Jane, my old friend. She'll be here soon."
It was a clear threat.
This Jane was none other than Isabella's mom.
Upon hearing this, William's face turned dark, and he pleaded, "Rest assured, Mrs. Priscilla, I've always taken good care of your son. Once I investigate this thoroughly, I'll make sure to give you a satisfactory answer..."